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climax exploded inside her.
    Deep, hard,
pulsing spurts of his seed vibrated deep inside her, throwing her higher as her
womb erupted in an orgasm that had her screaming, her head falling back, her
pleasure filling the air as her thighs tightened on his, holding him deep,
taking every drop of ecstasy he spilled.
    They collapsed on
the heated wood surrounding the hot tub, their breathing rough, ragged.
    “You have a lot to
learn about me, Sarah,” he whispered breathlessly. “And there’s a hell of a lot
you’re not seeing. Now, baby, ask for what you want. If you dare.”
    She watched as he
raised his head, staring down at her, his expression, for once, closed, cool.
    “Brock?”
    He moved away from
her, watching her, his expression dark, controlled.
    “If you can’t
trust me that far, Sarah, trust me enough to give me your every dream, then you
can’t trust me to love you, either. Can you?”
    She shook her
head, her chest tightening in pain. “I know you love me. I love you, Brock.”
    “Do you?” He rose
to his feet, his eyes never leaving hers. “If you did, then that trust would be
there. You would open your eyes as you expect me to open mine, and see what’s
right in front of your face. When you can do that, let me know. We can talk
then.”

Chapter Four
     
    “This isn’t going
to work.” Sarah tried to still her panic as she faced the other two women the
next day. Brock had been too silent the night before. He had watched her too
intently, too knowingly. He knew, and the very fact that he hadn’t said
anything was scaring her to death.
    “Settle down,
Sarah.” Marly moved to the living room door, checking the dining room and entry
hall before closing the door quickly. “We don’t need the housekeeper to hear
us.”
    “Not to mention
the men.” Heather paced the room. “This is getting too damned difficult. We’re
only weeks away from Christmas, Marly.”
    “What happened,
Sarah?” Marly asked as Sarah sat down heavily on the couch.
    “God, this is such
a mess,” she groaned. “I did my best, Marly. I swear I did. I was nice and
vague, just like we agreed, but I think he guessed. He guessed and now he’s
madder than hell that I didn’t just tell him. I knew this was a bad idea.”
    She glanced up as
Heather and Marly shared a worried look.
    “What?” she asked
warily.
    “Cade isn’t
speaking to me, either.” Marly was wringing her hands, her blue eyes wide,
upset. “He came to bed last night and just gave me this really strange look
before he kissed my forehead and rolled over and went to sleep. He didn’t say
anything. He always talks to me before we go to sleep.”
    “Sam was acting
strange, too.” Heather pushed her fingers through her already rumpled hair. “God,
this is such a mess. And it shouldn’t be this damned hard. We shouldn’t have to
play games like this, Marly.”
    “Do you have
another suggestion?” Marly was growing increasingly frustrated now. “Dammit,
both of you know how we tried to talk to them before. It didn’t work then. Why
would it work now?”
    They were all
silent. Sarah frowned as something Brock had said the night before continued to
haunt her. That the answer to what she wanted was right before her eyes. Her
heart had slammed in her chest then, and it did again now.
    “Marly?” She
raised her eyes to the other woman. “They’ve stopped.”
    Marly shook her
head as she stared at her in confusion. “What?”
    Sarah frowned as
she considered the past nine months. “Think about it. Admittedly, we haven’t
given any of them much of a chance to try, but they don’t try, either. They’ve
stopped.”
    Heather and Marly
stilled. “We realize that, Sarah.” Heather sighed. “But it has to continue this
way.”
    Sarah shook her
head demandingly. “No. Listen to me. Think about it. It’s completely stopped.
No little butt pats. No hot little looks. The whole nine yards. It’s stopped.”
    Marly and Heather
both watched her in